15 July, 2021

Hands reaching from a doorway begging for what is necessary
Photo by Greg Rosenke on Unsplash


After basic needs are met, more tricksy ones jump into view
and out again, like faces in dreams, morphing,
difficult to pin.
Challenge is conflict, peace is problematic and
balance is complicated.
Time is a two-edged dagger and thoughts always orbit
around the same old sun.
The metaphors mix as my life fails to fall neatly into
iambic pentameter.
Everything looks random, floating in space, but my fingers itch
to tie it all together.
Contentment can be compatible with underlying unease,
while I aspire for the obscure.
To catch a moment of something other, something
flying free in the universe
is what I need.

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